1. O man, the night is gone and time has passed on,
This longing and hope have been too long drawn.

2. Rely upon patience and find yourself a way,
To the nights that keep changing day by day.

3. How far are favors from a man, who depends,
Upon begging from others his needs to attend.

4. What the young man intends with his ambition,
Will reach him behind without his volition.

5. Neither wealth nor honor except with swords that collide,
And necks that our sharp blades have severed and divide.

6. Every man is busy with stories of his own,
While my only care is striking with my spear's hone.

7. So be on time an undaunted horseman and knight,
For time itself is but an undaunted horse and knight.

8. Is it not but the path your forefathers have crossed?
Where are the departed crowds of the past?

9. They existed and then passed away and so did their fame,
Naught remains except relics and empty names.

10. Our steeds must roam and charge in the fray,
Our spears the means to drive evil away.

11. Now shod with sharp swords, now with blood dyed,
Until under our banners death itself has died,

12. And we quench its fires as our own flames rise.
I live with dignity, not chasing youthful lies,

13. No more women or passion my heart beguiles,
The crow of youth has flown away miles and miles,

14. While gray hair that stays and does not flee,
This leads to that as time aids the free,

15. While the person himself has his own special needs,
Do not place on people unbearable misdeeds,

16. More than a human being can bear and hold,
Beware of miserliness when you are to give or spend of your gold,

17. And if you see people who are misers stingy and cold,
Seek from Allah alone, not people you're told,

18. For He is the best guardian your wants to attend.